Chapter 211: Rinella’s Destiny is Her Own (4)

It was a room where not a single ray of light entered.

Following a slight furrowing of his brow, the man finally opened his eyes. Pitch darkness loomed over him.

Blinking a couple of times, his pupils gradually began to accept the dim light. The dark and damp underground had a bleak atmosphere of its own.

His tired gaze was directed towards my hands and feet.

Having his wrists and ankles bound by handcuffs and shackles respectively, he seemed to find it difficult to move around.

In the first place, it wouldn’t seem unseemly had he been screaming.

In a daze, he succumbed to sleep, only to rouse to the realization of being in a dubious locale, his limbs constrained. Despite the immense psychological pressure, he maintained a silent resolve.

That man showed no particular reaction.

Despite his golden eyes reflecting fatigue, his expression stayed utterly impassive. It was as though emotions had been drained away, leaving behind a wilted human.

As he struggled to stand, the sound of chains being dragged echoed.

In front of the man, there was a barred window. Beyond it, he could see a small round table.

A middle-aged man was sitting there.

His silver hair testified that he was not as young as one might think. However, his strong muscles and well-defined face indicated he was still in his prime.

He wore a black dress uniform.

Oftentimes, the color was used to indicate many things.

Black usually represented power and authority, and it also carried another important implication.

It was the color donned by those who moved stealthily through the night— the operatives of the Imperial Intelligence Agency.

If he went to the extent of wearing formal attire, it indicated that he was recognized as the highest-ranking official by the outside world.